Rebel

It started with childhood fascination,

A sense of attraction, A cloud of imagination.

Sitting on the back-seat of a rider riding backstreet,

Opening my arms to the skies up above.

I wished that I would own somehow, 

A ride, an adventure, blessing my future.

My eyes closed damp. 

Was it just an imagination, or just an ambition? 

"Why is it too far to feel", I thought.

Today, as the ignition roars, 

My Beasty, being my pride, soars.

Embracing the lands, and the seas. 

A dream turned into reality.

Blame my stubbornness, if you will. 

Rebelous hunter hunts, barriers to kill.

It's mine. My adventure, my ride, my pride. "Love finds a way", they say.

Nikita Pandit